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Faith grew up a very sheltered life, her parents never allowing her to ever go anywhere on her own. And who could blame them? They had to raise a glass toddler that seemed to constantly shatter anytime it fell, a danger even to themself. Perhaps as a child she demanded such intense focus and care, but her parents never grew out of it.

All her life, she's dreamed of escaping, running away. They didn't allow her to go out of the house on her own, not without both parents supervision. All it took was one accident at school where bullies broke off both of her legs that she was stuck at home for practically the rest of her life.

She hated every second of it.

Treated lesser because of who she was, instead of praised for what she could do that others couldn't. So terrified that she was going to suffer that she was never allowed to actually live.

She started slipping out of home at the young age of 12 in the middle of the night, just running. Eventually, running became her escape. She began running, leaping, and soaring between buildings, climbing up walls, it became routine. The energy, adrenaline, excercise, it was everything to her. It was the few moments that she actually felt free to be who she wanted to be, to do whatever she wanted to do.

As long as she was home before her parents woke, everything would be fine.

Their routine continued on for years, studying during the day, pretending to be the spineless good child who never argued, only because it meant they suspected her less for her true rebellions. She even began exploring her quirk, embracing her true nature. Faith quickly realized that it didn't matter how fragile she was, she would always bounce back eventually with enough effort. A shattered leg forced her to learn that practically overnight, hiding the injured and shattered limb from her parents was tough, but she managed it.

It didn't take long for her rebellious acts to attract the attention of other local neer-do-wells. They saw someone who could get things done for them, climbing up buildings to unlock them from the inside, but all she had seen was an attempt to make a few friends. So desperate for companionship, that she did so many things she shouldn't have. Got into so much trouble, and even hurt people, all because she thought they were her friends.

All it took was one single accident, a shattered leg, and she was abandoned at the scene of their latest crime rather than helped free.

She was broken, both literally and metaphorically. Faith didn't get caught, but she almost wished she had with the heartbreak she went through. Her desperation for real, true friendship has still never been satisfied, and at this rate she doubts it ever will, but she still struggles to hold out hope.

Her parents had noticed a change in their daughter, but before they could really even debate on the cause of any of her problems, she turned 18 years old. Immediately, Faith moved out without a single word to her control-freak parents, seeking to try and live just a normal life. A normal job, a normal everyday routine, just... normal.

She couldn't stand it.

Eventually, after a night of lots of debating and internal turmoil, she finally returned back to the streets. Her heart had filled with such joy once again, and she's been the same ever since. This time, she steals for herself, and only enough to get buy every week. Her true love has always been the open night sky, the empty city streets, and the rooftops that called her name.

Perhaps one day, she'd learn to stop damaging her legs in the process, but it was precisely that pain, the shortness of breath, the beating of her glass heart, that made her feel well and truly alive.